So You're the Theory Master?

Douluo: So You're the Theory Master?

Author: I Didn't Act, I'm Just That Bad

Synopsis:

Synopsis:

After transmigrating to Douluo Continent, he became Ning Qinghe, the young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Yet he possessed only an Innate Soul Power of half a level at the absolute limit.

The world believed he would become a second Yu Xiaogang, but they never expected Ning Qinghe to establish the Extreme Research Institute, overturn the previous theories on soul ring absorption, and achieve Martial Soul Evolution.

Yu Xiaogang: "The maximum absorption limit for a first soul ring is 423 years."

Ning Qinghe: "The soul ring absorption limit? That's exactly the limit I'm here to break."

Yu Xiaogang: "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."

Ning Qinghe: "Yes, yes, yes. There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. My Martial Soul has an Innate Soul Power of half a level, so it has plenty of room to grow. Martial Souls have no limits."

Ning Fengzhi: "Why is your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's defense so strong? And why does it have offensive power too?"

Ning Qinghe: "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is an auxiliary Martial Soul. What does that have to do with me?"

"Please call my Martial Soul the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Inside a chaotic room littered with books and papers everywhere.

"Finally finished. I hope Old Ning supports me a little more. There's simply not enough money to spend..."

Ning Qinghe was in high spirits as he sat at a small desk, swinging his little legs back and forth.

He sorted the sheets of paper before him into a booklet. On the cover at the very top were the words: [On the Methods of Breaking Martial Soul Limits!].

The boy was pink-cheeked and delicate, with fine brows and clear features that made him look adorable. Yet when he wore no expression, some of his childishness faded, replaced by the air of an old scholar, like a child pretending to be an adult.

In truth, he could be considered an adult already, if his previous life was included.

He had originally been an ordinary doctor. It seemed that after working overtime, he had lost consciousness, then for some unknown reason, he had been reborn into the dog-eat-dog world of Douluo Continent.

With an adult mind and some knowledge of Douluo Continent from his previous life, he had adapted to this world early on and begun striving for his future.

Although no so-called system had appeared, Ning Qinghe had still lived quite well.

His status was exceedingly noble. As the youngest son of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, coupled with memories from his previous life, he had possessed a photographic memory and powerful mental strength since childhood. He could recite all manner of Soul Master theories backward and forward, loved studying and conducting research, and had taken the opportunity to tell Ning Fengzhi that Whale Rubber could improve physical fitness and increase the age of soul rings one could absorb.

Thus, he had been known as a genius since childhood, bearing labels such as intelligence, diligence, courage, and filial piety.

If nothing unexpected happened, once he awakened the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, he would become the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

As for the original Ning Rongrong, she had not been born yet. Presumably that Saint Tang San was the same. Perhaps his arrival had created some butterfly effect, and there would be no Ning Rongrong or Saint Tang San.

"Young Master, the awakening ceremony is about to begin."

"We should leave now."

The maid's voice came from outside the door, but she did not enter directly.

In this feudal society, rules still ran deep in people's hearts.

"Got it."

Those words made Ning Qinghe, who had already finished organizing his things, somewhat impatient as he thought of today's important event.

Although this world had been jokingly called the gutter of fantasy in his previous life, it still had many interesting things.

Awakening a Martial Soul was something he had long looked forward to.

"Young Master."

Carrying the booklet of papers, he stepped outside, where a group of people had long been waiting for him. They were all his guards and maids.

After he emerged, the dozen or so people took their respective positions to protect him. The strongest among them was a Soul Saint, showing just how much Ning Fengzhi valued him.

"Let's go."

Ning Qinghe nodded out of habit and set off toward the central hall.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Martial Soul Awakening Hall. As one of the Upper Three Sects of the continent, it naturally possessed its own awakening hall.

Quite a few people had gathered here today. Not only was Ning Fengzhi present, but even the two titled Douluo had gathered here.

Normally, a Martial Soul awakening would not draw so many people. However, many knew that today was the day Ning Qinghe would awaken his Martial Soul. They had come with the thought of basking in his good fortune and offering congratulations at the earliest opportunity.

As for the possibility of a failed awakening or a useless Martial Soul, no one even entertained such thoughts.

That put immense pressure on the others serving as background.

But for them, they still had to go up when called. The earlier they did it, the sooner they would be free.

"Innate Soul Power, level seven."

"Martial Soul, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

"Innate Soul Power, level six. Martial Soul, Bloodthirsty Sword."

"Innate Soul Power, level six. Martial Soul, Rigid Thunder Tiger."

One little child after another stepped forward, completed their tests nervously, then hid beside the adults.

Those gathered here were basically mid- to high-ranking members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and most had fairly good talent.

So far, the lowest had only been Innate Soul Power level four, while the highest was a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul with Innate Soul Power level seven.

For more than a dozen people, those odds were already quite good.

"Sect Master, are we really not driving them away?"

"These fellows are addicted to flattering people. It won't be good for Qinghe."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin could not quite stand the sight of it.

"What's so bad about it? That boy might be more mature than you. He won't get carried away."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, standing beside him, did not care in the slightest. He even seemed eager to show off.

That made Sword Douluo Chen Xin roll his eyes, and he could not be bothered to argue with him.

"How long is that brat going to keep us waiting?"

His gaze turned toward Ning Fengzhi beside them.

Only then did Ning Fengzhi, elegant and radiating a warm, approachable aura, turn to look at the two of them.

He was already used to their differing opinions.

"Qinghe is already on the way. Something may have delayed him."

"I had considered concealing this before, but I ultimately decided against it."

"After all, Qinghe will be the face of the sect in the future. Those people still need to be thoroughly convinced."

If Ning Qinghe's situation were kept secret, who knew what rumors would spread throughout the sect?

More importantly, he did not believe his youngest son would suffer any mishap. Awakening an exceptional Martial Soul, with Innate Soul Power level nine or even full Innate Soul Power, was what he expected.

At the very least, it had to be level eight to convince everyone else.

That left Chen Xin speechless, while Gu Rong provoked his old companion like an old child.

By the time the others had finished awakening their Martial Souls, Ning Qinghe finally arrived, making him feel somewhat embarrassed.

He arrived just as the last person finished awakening.

He revealed an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Something had delayed him on the way. There was one more person in Ning Qinghe's group than when he had come, a teenage boy with a bruised and swollen face who followed behind him with his head lowered.

Even with his face bruised and swollen, his presence was easy to overlook. No one paid any attention to him, even though some of his relatives were present.

"You brat, watch yourself."

"Stop wasting time and come over here."

Ning Fengzhi spoke unhappily.

Was the father supposed to wait for the son? He had sent someone to notify him long ago.

His gaze merely swept over the bruised young man amid the crowd. He had a rough idea of what had happened, but said nothing.

"Let me awaken Qinghe's Martial Soul."

Chen Xin stepped forward at that moment, driving away the Soul King who had been presiding over the formation in the center.

That Soul King looked somewhat resentful.

He wanted to be a witness to the future young sect master's rise too.